The Dirty Picture Feeling
He
laughs loud. Yatin really laughs loud. Loud, not by sound; but by his body.
When he giggles, his body dances with the rhythm of his laughter and his
shoulders jump. Not only Yatin, but all of us were laughing. That day in
winters was really going playful. Me, Yatin, Suber and Shirish were coming home
some earlier from the college, as there was the farewell party that our class
was giving to the passing out seniors. Due to this there were almost no
lectures. We were coming home by an auto-rickshaw.
Suber,
who is always in funny mood, was cracking jokes (more or less situational)
nonstop and we were doing nothing but laughing in the auto.
After
travelling for about 10 minutes, the auto stopped in front of a man and he
stepped into the auto. He took a seat exactly in front of me. He was a generous
looking man, all bald-head.
Suber
took a short pause and again started to amuse us. But that man, what I thought
firstly, was not really comfortable. Within 2 minutes, he started adjusting his
legs. As a result of which I also had to move my legs.
But now
he had started moving constantly and initiated his activities.
To my
surprise, he put his hands on my legs and started moving it. Now to object him
by my gestures, I also moved abruptly. To this, Suber, who was sitting next to
me asked me, “Nitin, Are you ok? Have you got enough seat to sit?” I gave him a
positive response. Then again Suber resumed.
But that man also resumed his activities. He
again started moving his hand on my legs and this time, he even reached groin.
Instantly, I pushed his hand away and gave him a rude look. I made a gesture to
tell him not to do that again. In the
mean time, we reached our destination, Bus Terminal of the city. I quickly
jumped out of the auto. We paid the fare and discussed about our meeting time
in the party for that evening. Then we left for our homes.
In the
evening, we met at the party. The party was terrific. Everybody danced and
enjoyed a lot. We enjoyed the dinner and left the college at about 11:30pm. The
college buses were there to drop us at the Bus Terminal. We were in the bus and
Suber again started with his humour. I wonder from where on this earth, he can
get such a tremendous energy even after dancing for approximately 2 hours. At
12 midnight, we reached Bus Terminal. We bid goodnight waves and started off to
our homes. I was alone, walking down a lonely road. Due to winters, roads went
lonely as it grew dark. I was looking for a passerby to take a lift from.
After
two minutes, I saw a scooter’s headlight. I waved my hand, but it quickly
passed away. Two more motorbikes passed but no one stopped. After sometime, I
saw a man coming on motorbike. He was wearing a helmet. I waved my hand and he
stopped. I asked him to drop me near the turn after next crossing. He just replied, “Get on.”
I was
feeling lucky, that I got a ride at this time of night.
Very
next moment, I noticed some movement. I saw that the man was driving the bike
with his right hand and his left hand was on my left knee. I moved my knee to
take his hand off but he was holding it firmly. I asked him, “What are you
doi...?!!”
Before I
could utter the last words, he turned back and slid up the visor of his helmet.
To my horror, he was the same man, whom I met in the auto today, who was sitting
in front of me.
I was
astonished and could not speak anything. He turned to front but now he leaned
back on me. His hand was now on my thigh and gradually was reaching to groin. I
was terrorised and my body was still.
Then he
spoke, “I met you in the auto today. Remember me? From that time I had
developed a feeling for you. Now the feeling has grown strong. I really want
you. Be my man, Nitin. Would you please let me su...? I really wanna do it. Please. Oh! It will remain
secret. I’ll also pay you for this. Let’s go to my place.”
I turned
pale. My heart was sinking. I was even hearing my own heartbeat. He even
remembered my name. My mind stopped working. I didn’t know what to do. Then the
only thing that came to my mind was...
“Help!
Help! Somebody please help me.” I shouted. But no one could hear me. The roads
were lonely. No one was there to help me as it was a cold winter night.
He spoke
again, “There is nobody to help you my man. So please cooperate with me
tonight. I am not lying; I really have a strong feeling for you. Please.”
My legs
were going numb. I couldn’t even jump off the bike. I folded my hands asked him
to spare me. He didn’t even respond. I was shivering with the fear of his
feeling. He even crossed the turn I asked him to drop me at. All I could do was
shouting at the loudest pitch of my voice. I closed my eyes and yelled for
help.
Then
suddenly, the bike stopped. I don’t know how and why. I don’t know what he
thought or saw, but the bike stopped. Within a blink of an eye, I was off his
bike and running to my house as if the wild dogs were chasing me. After running
far from that point, I looked back. The bike was nowhere. He was gone. Even
then I reached home running and only caught my breath when I was inside my room.
I was thanking almighty that I have reached home safe and sane.
Next
day, I told the whole incidence to Yatin, Suber and Shirish. Everybody laughed.
Again Yatin’s body danced; Suber cracked jokes on the incident. But I was
silent and still felt the fear.
